When I was a little girl, I saw Olivia Newton John in a couple movies: “Grease” and “Xandadu.” I knew all the songs from “Grease,” and my aunt and grandma would rave about how I sounded just-like-her. At eight years old, I was taken to see “Xanadu” and walked away thinking I looked just-like-her.

One day, I was playing, and as I was playing, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I was so upset. I started crying. Continue reading →